Pupil fodder

It’s now several years since I did my first case in court and as I sized up my opponent this morning, I considered how appropriate it was that April Fool’s Day should be the date set for the official release of the pupils into the wild. April, the cruellest month delivering this one fresh from his pupilmaster’s cocoon complete with sparkling white bands, unused wig and ram rod straight back as if his mother was somehow at his shoulder reminding him not to slouch

Despite it being a small claim, he approached me carrying not only two huge volumes on court procedure but also a skeleton argument and a three inch thick bundle of authorities on car cases. He drew breath: “Do you accept,” he said, “that a car driver owes a common law duty of care to another when driving on one of Her Majesty’s highways?”
“And do you accept that breaches of the Highway Code constitute negligence?”

He’d obviously been told to be forceful since despite the obvious and wholly uncontroversial points he was making, I couldn’t get a word in edgeways as he pretty much recited his skeleton at me. Then, I spotted SlipperySlope across the other side of the waiting room who was obviously here on a different case. He was clearly in high spirits and as I approached he put his hands on his hips and pushed out his chest somewhat theatrically before saying: “You smell that? Do you smell that? Pupils, BabyB. Nothing else in the world smells like that.” He paused and then added: “I love the smell of pupils in the morning.”
“Smells like…victory.”

Which in my case turned out to be right.

April 1, 2016 · Tim Kevan · One Comment
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  1. Abigail - April 17, 2010

    smale foweles maken melodye, perhaps?